My brother will always be my big teddy bear. For many years I haven’t noticed how much my brother does for me and how little I do for him. And really how nice he is. Sometimes a fifteen-year-old brother is great and other times he is not! But in my case he is almost always great!
When I really realized that my brother was doing a lot for me and I wasn’t doing a lot for him, I was at one of his track meets. It all started one beautiful evening when my brother was about to run his heart out on the track. It was also the same day my friend was having a birthday party. I kept on complaining of how boring the track met was and asking over and over again how many more minuets until we could leave. Finally when the time came my brother still hadn’t ran so my dad said we could leave.
Then when we got to the parking lot and found my car my dad reached in his pocket and couldn’t find the car keys. I was getting furious I was already ten minuets late to the party. Then we had to go back up the track and get the keys from my mom. When we had reached the track my brother was running and I didn’t care. I grabbed the keys from my mom still very mad still very mad I was late to my party. I walked passed my dad and kept walking towards the parking lot hoping my dad would follow but he didn’t. H just kept on calling my name. I just kept on walking. Then I decided to stop because I knew what would have happened if I didn’t.
My dad stood as still as a statue and replied to my reaction, “Wow, you can’t jut wait two minuets and watch your brother run, but he can wait and watch you dance for three days.”
I was still mad so I replied “ Well, this is boring, and anyway he gets the same place every time.”
By then I was already twenty minuets late to the party. I raced down to the car while my dad was plodding along. The whole way to my friend’s house we were silent. You would have been able to hear a pen drop. Not one of us spoke. Until we pulled up to the drive way and at that moment I realized what my dad was trying to tell me. I told him sorry and for him to tell my brother sorry too. I said I love you and shut the door. I arrived thirty minuets late to the party. At least I wasn’t the last one there.
What I realized is that my brother does a lot for me and I don’t do a lot for him. Also how I need to treat him how he treats me. I will never forget that one moment of truth. Now I have changed a lot whenever my brother has a track meet yeah I don’t want to go but I do any way. Just because I love him. My brother will always be like my big teddy bear.
By: Rylie M
My brother will always be my big teddy bear. For many years I haven’t noticed how much my brother does for me and how little I do for him. And really how nice he is. Sometimes a fifteen-year-old brother is great and other times he is not! But in my case he is almost always great!
When I really realized that my brother was doing a lot for me and I wasn’t doing a lot for him, I was at one of his track meets. It all started one beautiful evening when my brother was about to run his heart out on the track. It was also the same day my friend was having a birthday party. I kept on complaining of how boring the track met was and asking over and over again how many more minuets until we could leave. Finally when the time came my brother still hadn’t ran so my dad said we could leave.
Then when we got to the parking lot and found my car my dad reached in his pocket and couldn’t find the car keys. I was getting furious I was already ten minuets late to the party. Then we had to go back up the track and get the keys from my mom. When we had reached the track my brother was running and I didn’t care. I grabbed the keys from my mom still very mad still very mad I was late to my party. I walked passed my dad and kept walking towards the parking lot hoping my dad would follow but he didn’t. H just kept on calling my name. I just kept on walking. Then I decided to stop because I knew what would have happened if I didn’t.
My dad stood as still as a statue and replied to my reaction, “Wow, you can’t jut wait two minuets and watch your brother run, but he can wait and watch you dance for three days.”
I was still mad so I replied “ Well, this is boring, and anyway he gets the same place every time.”
By then I was already twenty minuets late to the party. I raced down to the car while my dad was plodding along. The whole way to my friend’s house we were silent. You would have been able to hear a pen drop. Not one of us spoke. Until we pulled up to the drive way and at that moment I realized what my dad was trying to tell me. I told him sorry and for him to tell my brother sorry too. I said I love you and shut the door. I arrived thirty minuets late to the party. At least I wasn’t the last one there.
What I realized is that my brother does a lot for me and I don’t do a lot for him. Also how I need to treat him how he treats me. I will never forget that one moment of truth. Now I have changed a lot whenever my brother has a track meet yeah I don’t want to go but I do any way. Just because I love him. My brother will always be like my big teddy bear.